I was quite inspired by a couple photos of waterfalls in this morning’s twitter feeds.

— I have no idea where that is, but I think I would like to be there, relaxing to the sound of falling water.

— And this one — waterfall in the back – feels like a canyon or cliff side up closer —

— With the black rocks and their surface patterns, I don’t think that’s anywhere I’ve been.

— Looks like GreenPeace is upping its campaign against the TTIP —

— TTIP = TransAtlantic Trade and Investment Partnership. { I capitalized the A in Atlantic – they didn’t. }

— & Here’s another inspiring look at another river and the canyon it might have carved. —

— The above river and canyon might be in Portugal. { or maybe the tweeter is in Portugal? Or both? } But that looks like another wonderful place to go for a boat ride.

— Peter Coade , a weather person with a comforting, character-filled voice, is retiring. He is out of Nova Scotia, and we heard him giving morning weather forecasts for our section of New Brunswick enough to appreciate him. —

— A favourite local weather person is retiring, today would have been his final pre-retirement broadcast. I really liked his voice and his delivery. This guy sounded like a best friend and valued neighbour. He earned his retirement, but I’ll miss hearing his forecasts.

— { “Cultural Diversity enriches everybody -” – Me. } I grew up in a hostile environment and I didn’t have as many strikes against me before I started as lots of people did, who continue to need to struggle against intense opposition to glean any little bit of self-esteem they can beg, borrow or steal in this world. Nobody should have to beg, borrow or steal their self-esteem, it should be a natural birth right.

— Of course, even in a day filled with inspiring photographs, we are reminded that not everything is peaches and cream. And not all that peaches and cream isn’t poisoned with Genetically Modified Ingredients. –

— Each tear is a poet, a healer, a teacher? — This may be true if someone in your environment is a nurturer. —

— Nice sentiment, but with the epidemic of youthful suicides – especially in First Nations/Native American communities, too many tears don’t get a chance to teach anybody anything but intense pain. I believe it’s time to pray that all people in distress get enough loving attention to pick them up and pat them on the back and convince them way down deep that they are loved, that they are valued, that they mean a lot to all of us. Forget the hate-mongers.

Let me see if I can remember this one:“- The world is a braided pumpkin – sitting on the shoulder of a worm – Your smile just saved a million lives— Isn’t Love Outrageous? — “

— I wrote the ‘poem’ in quotes after reading about a form of Chinese or Zen poetry. The first line makes a statement. The second line expands on the first. The third line introduces something else entirely. And the fourth line ties it all together. I knew I scored with this poem when a serious musician friend read it and nearly fell on the floor laughing. That was before ‘rotfl’ entered our consciousness as a thing.

— As a child I was slightly afraid of the dark. As a young adult I thought, ‘Most monstrous humans are peacefully asleep at night.’ Now I kind of embrace the idea that night time can be almost all things to all people. Wonderful, terrifying, peacefully inspiring & any number of other things. —

— Looks like somebody had fun with World Building Software. 🙂 Or they photo-shopped the heck out of the above…

— “Shooting Star over the Giants’ Causeway?” —

— Um – okay, I’ll admit it, I sometimes have trouble seeing photos of this place without hearing strains from Led Zeppelin’s “Houses of the Holy” album. But this is one ‘cool’ photograph.

— This is from a couple days ago, but it kind of fits this section of this post. —

— Um, I don’t think the people living in Pompeii the day of the eruption thought Nature was all that wise. That statement may have had some kind of Karmic poetic justice behind it, or brought some really tough lessons for those who didn’t survive – But, other than that, yeah, Nature and Wisdom go hand in hand, 99% of the time, and human ‘consciousness’ will doubt that connection during the other 1%.

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I began this life about 50 miles East of New York City, in Fairfield County, Connecticut, and would probably be a suicide statistic if it wasn't for the 'Real' friends I made in Vermont, New Hampshire & upper New York State. Being creative and sensitive has its ups and downs - mostly up lately- loving life and love in Atlantic Canada. :)